#nikka 🫶🏼

[beyondthegame]

hiiii <3 what’s the most effective way to get the ros flustered? asking for my ocs hehehe 🤭 thank you!! i hope your day’s going well ily

If you casually wore one of Cypress’s old football shirts that has ‘de Vera’ on the back, they would definitely arch a brow and do a double take.

E gets a lot of compliments and ‘I love yous’ from random people because of their fame and career, but getting them from their lover is a next level feeling for them. Like, broad grin, butterflies in their stomach, and their heart is racing.

For someone who likes physical touch as much as L, it’s surprising what a hand on the thigh can do to them. Not even in a sexual way, just in a casual way would be enough for L to suck in a breath.

Kisses on the neck for Milan. They’re so sweet and intimate, and just different from kisses anywhere else so when Milan receives one from their best friend their mind does go ‘oh god’ because even though it’s wanted during the crushing stage, they never really expected that they’d up with the mc.

When you fancy someone/love someone and you’re thinking about or going to kiss them, and your gaze flits from their eyes to their lips? That’s the move that would undo N, especially during the crushing stage. It’s so simple yet it unravels them.

[swaggypsyduck]

i'm happy he is into f1, but devasted because he is besties with the wrong ferrari driver

what is it with ramos being besties with people i hate? 😭 selfies & gifts? imagine what we could have had, ramosita 💔 talk to him!

JDNAJDMSJD IM SORRY😭😭😭

so i have no idea who this man is but i have my suspicions to where he's from. ya after a quick google search i found out he's from madrid (suspicions confirmed). and if there's one thing ramos loves doing is supporting spanish athletes from madrid or seville.

ill try and convince him that leclerc is actually a long lost andalusian name and maybe that will get him to budge?? idk??

anyways since u dislike him so much i decided to fix ur pic!! (well one of them at least)

[sohmiya]

YES RAFAAAAAAAA

[mountinez]

bom dia nikkaa!! ik u have a lot of asks in ur inbox rn so I hope this isn’t annoying to have me in here as well but I’ve not sent one of my silly little asks to u in soooo long so I hope I’m excused 🤭 anyways omg I missed u like crazy!! esp all of our little chats in the morning and night I was like what am I supposed to do w all my nikka time!! but hehe I’m just being silly I’m rlly glad ur feeling better and have gotten some good rest away from this hellsite!! take all the time u want we can all wait for as long as u need bc to (mis)quote ney ur happiness is my happiness!! and there’s nothing more important to me than ur happiness ok!! 🫶🏼💛💛💛 love u my sunshine!! ☀️💛💛

ofc! yi and a giant emotional ask making me cry sappy tears in this very pleasant afternoon!!!!! :')

i know we already talked in private, but i need to reassure how sorry i am for the slight possibility, of have worried you, or made you sad with my absence. you are always, ALWAYS on my mind. i didn't lie about that and you are SO important to me. maybe when i say that, i'm not making myself clear, but words are the only thing i actually have to make myself understood.

i wish i could be near you, give you a hug, share a lot of things with you on a daily basis. we could do so much together, we could rule the world, we could end capitalism, idk... so many possibilities. unfortunately we can't - at least for now - and all i have are these words to try to make you understand and believe that i really really love you.

yi, you are certainly a gift from the universe, i'm so so grateful for having you in my life and for you to consider me your friend. it's an honor and also i think i don't deserve it sometimes. so even if i take breaks in the future (and i probably will at some point) i promise never leave you behind, we will find a way!

i love you, never forget that. i love you when i'm here, and i love you when i'm away. when i sleep, when i wake up. you are my star <3

[allieebobo]

ALLIEEEEE I CANT STOP SMILING ABOUT THE UPDATE

i love how alive the side characters feel!!! i see so much of my family in mc’s family and i love how realistically but endearingly annoying the brother is and i already know joony is gonna be such a fun character <3333

ALSO SHAY???????? I WAS NOT EXPECTING SHAY TO BE SO SEXY ungfhhggggdh i’m over here giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair especially when they offered to give mc cuttings to extend the plants and join their sides of the corridor………. sounds like a marriage proposal to me. i will stay in singapore for good just for them fr fr

and the flashback with qiu…….. i’d been waiting for qiu since you posted the intro post and they were definitely worth the wait because ON GOD this route is giving more than it’s supposed to give. i’m literally going insane just thinking about them. the pool. the rain. the bus stop. the kiss. the book annotation. the holding hands under the table. the unsaid i love you’s 😩😩😩🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 their tension with mc is so scrumptious i wanna kiss them again so badddddddd

chapter two was so SO good!!! all the ros are so flavorful and the dynamic each of them has with mc is so different. i know you literally just updated but i’m so excited for more!! congrats on the update again 💓💓💓

Nikka!!!! THANK YOU for this note holy crap, I must've read it at least 5 times now.

Yass, Shay represents everything sexy and fun and liberating about starting afresh. They're probably the easiest to write, of the 3 ROs. And HAHAH damn, you're right - when Shay proposes to MC one day, they could totally leave the ring in the pot located dead-centre of the corridor. "We did it! Now marry me."

SO glad Qiu lived up to your expectations too!! You'll totes get to kiss them again - though it'll be one hell of an uphill battle. As is everything Qiu-related, really.

And finally - I'm so happy you think the side characters feel alive, and that the RO dynamics feel distinct/unique! The brother is definitely 1000% inspired by my own brother - I should really start recording the bullshit he says, for 'research' purposes.

Thank youu Nikka, and also I'd just like to say how much of a pleasure it is to see your posts come up on my dash. <3333

[usersewis]

💌Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌🫶🏼

love of my life 😍☀🌻❤️

Tysm nikka ❤️❤️

[beyondthegame]

gonna kiss cypress on the mouth fr

Part 2? I feel like this is a call for part 2 to this.

-

“It’s funny.”

Cypress blinks. “Enlighten me.” They haven’t looked away, they almost look as though they’re in a daze.

You pause for a moment. “I only knew of you when I got this shirt,” you utter. “Yet, even now, I can recall every trophy you won when you wore this.”

They nod a little. “I won a few.”

“More than a few,” you shoot back. “I can list them easily.”

Cypress’s hand unclenches the shirt between their fingers. “You don’t need to. I don’t play football anymore. The job to win trophies is yours…and the team’s job, obviously.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Playing football?” Cypress questions.

You shrug a little. “All of it. The football, seeing people wearing your shirt—“

They arch a brow. “I mean, you’re here. You’re standing in front of me,” Cypress breathes out, as if the proximity between the two of you is easy to handle and doesn’t have their mind swirling through multiple possibilities.

“Sure. But I’m not your fan.”

Cypress snorts. They make the effort to stand this time, careful to ensure their fingertips don’t brush against your side. “You’re not?” they ask playfully. “You wound me.”

Your eyes roll. “Only because things are different.”

“Because you now play for the team I used to play for?” Cypress’s question is the safe option, the one that points out what’s both different and the same between the two of you.

They fail to bring up the secret glances between you, the gentle smiles, the comfortable conversation; alongside all the other things Cypress has overthought time and time again.

“Amongst other things,” you answer vaguely, pulling Cypress from their train of thought.

They scoff. “I won’t ask you to elaborate again.”

“I wouldn’t,” you murmur, “because I don’t think you’d tell me the truth either way.” You take a step closer. “Because I think this,” you say, pointing between the two of you with your index finger, “is something you need to question and figure out.”

“Hm, is that so?”

You nod. “Because, now, I know you. And you know me. And if you’re feeling anything at all, I don’t think it’s just because I’m wearing your surname on my back.“

Cypress rolls their eyes in frustration: at themselves for what they’re about to do, at you for being completely right and for digging out that jersey in the first place.

“I assume you’re done?”

You let the silence engulf you before nodding. “Yes.”

“Good.”

You’d describe what happens next as a whirlwind: the damned shirt is back in Cypress’s grasp, their fingers purposely glide over your hips, and before you know it; they’re tugging you forward and crashing their lips onto yours.

Cypress’s grasp against you only tightens, they are flush against your body, and you can’t tell whether this is a kiss of only pent up frustration—or one of feeling, and longing, and desire.

You go with the latter.

[beyondthegame]

“You′re the sweetest I've ever tasted” or “I will love you without any strings attached” for e please? thank you <33

E’s day has been going terribly.

They forgot to go shopping and ran out of eggs this morning. Spilled tea over their notebook which caused a string of curse words to fall from their lips. Had a mini argument with their mum over the phone. Read a damaging story about them in the press, which has all been accompanied by writer’s block.

Alongside the fact that you haven’t replied to their last text, which wouldn’t be an issue if everything else hadn’t been going wrong.

E lets out a heavy sigh before running a hand across their face. They could do with a break, it would probably reset them for the better.

“Oh, fuck it.”

Mind made up, E reaches over the coffee table, picks up their phone, checks the screen and slips it into their pocket.

Their shoes are on next, and as they walk past the full length mirror in their wide hallway, E’s immediate thought is ‘I look like shit’ but they’re not going to see anyone (fingers crossed!) so it’s fine.

E loops their keys around their fingers and pulls open the door. The sight outside their door would usually bring a smile to their face, a witty, flirtatious comment after that, but they’re honestly surprised to see you.

“Hi,” they blurt out, lacking their regular self-confidence.

“Hello,” you murmur, a slight smile on your own lips as your eyes scan E quickly—and whilst they’re hating how unkempt they’re looking at the moment, you’re actually a fan of them looking comfortable in sweats and sliders. “Going somewhere?”

E points down the hallway. “Um, the bookstore, yeah.”

“Hm, want some company?”

E doesn’t hesitate. They give a causal nod and for once today, they can smile. “I’d like that.”

—

“You were coming to see me, then?” E eventually asks when you’re side by side and halfway down the street. “That’s why you were outside my door?”

You smirk. “No, it’s just normal for me to find out where celebrities live and just stand there,” you utter sarcastically.

“Ah, of course, you’re in your stalker era,” E murmurs, continuing the joke as you both turn a corner.

“I would’ve replied to your text if I was stalker,” you shoot back, only to receive a side eye from the musician.

“That’s a fucking low blow.”

You chuckle at the pout on their lips, silently claiming victory. “My phone died, and then I had training,” you admit, realising that you’re outside the entrance to the little bookstore. “Thankfully it did or I wouldn’t be here with you.”

E pulls open the door and takes a step back, allowing you to go in first as the bell above the door chimes. “Little victories for us,” they murmur as they go in after you.

It’s only a few minutes of walking around until E’s settled. They look less stressed, the tension has fallen from their shoulders, and they’re happily picking up books and reading the blurbs with a creased brow—debating whether to buy the literature or not.

“Do you come in here for anything particular?” you question, your eyes scanning over rows and rows of shelves, seeing as other customers get lost in between them.

E shakes their head. “No, not really. I mean, obviously it’s nice leaving with books, but just being here is…comforting. It gets me out my mind a bit.”

They’ve overshared. They can tell, E’s internally squirming at the anxious thought whilst you’re standing here happy to listen to their detailed answer.

They wet their lips. “I don’t…this doesn’t really happen with me and other people,” E rambles.

“What?”

“Being here, sharing personal stuff,” E answers.

You blink. “What’s it usually like with people you end up fancying?”

E thinks for a moment, plucks a book off the shelf and flicks through its pages. “It’s usually, ‘I’m famous, we find each other attractive, we fuck, and I may hear from them again, most likely not’ and that’s it.”

You nod a little. “Okay. What about you and me then?”

E returns the book to the shelf before turning towards you. “Uh, well, you and I haven’t had sex.”

“No, I know,” you say, “but you said that’s how it usually happens. What makes me different?” you question. “I mean, you do fancy me.”

E snorts. “Do you reckon?”

You smirk. “Well, you have mentioned it once…and from what I recall you hadn’t had a sip of alcohol, so I’m guessing it wasn’t a drunken mistake.”

The two of you are walking to another bookshelf, in sync almost. “Maybe a sober one?” they joke.

Your gaze snaps towards them, only to find a broad grin over their lips and their dark green/hazel eyes shimmering.

“No, it wasn’t a mistake,” E utters. “I don’t know, I suppose I just didn’t think anything romantic would between us. Or we’d only be friends and nothing more. Or, you wouldn’t like me back,” they trail off. “The list is endless. I have always found you attractive, if that helps.”

You laugh. “That does help.” You pause. “I do.”

“Hm?”

“I do like you back,” you say, your voice a little stronger as E absorbs the words and smiles at them.

“I did gather,” they utter. “But it’s nice to hear those words on a bad day.”

You think for a moment. This should be the hard part out the way, admitting feelings to each other, yet it still feels like there’s another hurdle to get over.

“So where does that leave us?” you ask.

“Hm,” E hums. “When I said you’re different, I meant it. We know how the other feels now so maybe we’re attached and tangled up in strings now, or maybe its knots.”

The books are a little forgotten because you’re in front of E now, and whilst they’ve said all this in a somewhat confident persona they’re nervous as hell.

They’ve thought what it’d be like to kiss you, date you, be in an actual relationship with you that doesn’t have them questioning whether they’re enough.

Definitely knots.

“I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic so it means I should ask you out on a date and admit that I’ve thought about kissing you at least once,” E says.

The corners of your lips twitch upwards. “Only once?”

“Don’t let it stroke your ego.”

“Oh, it already has,” you laugh. “Are you going to?”

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

E blinks. “You want me to?”

“I really want you to.”

Funnily enough, it’s common thought that E’s been with and fallen in love with many people. Additionally, it’s extremely far from the truth, so they find all of this nerve wracking: the stepping forward, the hand on your cheek, their thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“You still want me to kiss you?” E asks, their lips close to brushing yours, yet needing extra confirmation.

“Of course I do,” you whisper. “We’re in knots, aren’t we?”

And they do. E’s flutter closed, their lips fall against yours and it’s gentle and sweet. Everything they had imagined and more.

[beyondthegame]

hellooooo so i’m feeling angsty (thanks to you!!!!) how would the ros react if mc gave them the silent treatment after an argument? thank you hehe <3

Cypress would roll their eyes and say “you’re acting childish and I already have three kids to take care of, so when you actually want to talk to me, let me know.” Just, very calm, collected, slightly annoyed but they’re never one to raise their voice—they’re very good at communicating with people they love.

E would sarcastically laugh and just say, “fine.” They’d scribble a ‘sorry x’ on a post it note for the mc to find, then go to the studio, take their emotions out on drums and overthink everything. They’d worry whether they have a partner to go back home to, and regularly check their phone to see whether they’ve received a text from them whilst also wanting to send one themselves.

L definitely goes for the ‘I’ll give you space’ option. They don’t want to say anything they’ll regret, but also the two of them being alone allows them both to think through their feelings and what they were arguing about—they’d try to think about the positives. Plus, L receiving is like one of the worst things for them. They always want to hear their lover’s voice, know what they’re thinking, and not getting that would be hard.

Getting in an argument with Milan is difficult when you’re close to them. They’re such an optimist so arguing with them is…real shit. Milan would instantly debate whether to give the mc space, but then probably settle for saying, “look, you know I hate arguing with you…” with the hopes of getting a response.

The mc has probably been in loads of arguments with N, so they’d just react the same way they always have done. Play them at their own game and win—‘you want to use silent treatment, fine, I’ll do the same’. But in a relationship, it’s a lot more different because the underlying emotion isn’t hate it’s ‘I love you and I want to sort this but we’re used to butting heads and handling this in a bad way, so we have to change that’.

[beyondthegame]

ok hi please tell me if i’m sending too many asks djsjsksksa but last one i swear: “Someone who'll set my heart free” for cy hehe <3 thank you!! also sorry if i’m sending too many asks djdjsmsms

“You’re early,” Cypress says whilst answering the door.

They’ve just come out the shower, their dark hair has only just dried. They’re standing in front of you shirtless, probably a little tired, but the sight of you is enough to pull a smile out of them.

Your eyes scan them quickly. “I can turn around and leave, if you want.”

Cypress’s eyes roll, they slip their hand into yours and pull you inside. “Don’t be stupid.”

They close the door behind you when you’re inside before waltzing over to the sofa and picking up their knitted jumper.

“You cooked,” Cy states, watching as you place some tupperware on the kitchen island. They slip their jumper over their torso and run a hand through their hair.

You nod a little. “Promise I haven’t poisoned you.”

Cypress snorts. “I hadn’t actually thought about that until you mentioned it, so well done.” They tap their fingers against the table. “You didn’t have to, you know.”

“What?”

“Cook,” they answer. “I don’t mind doing it.”

“I know,” you murmur, taking a few steps towards them. Your hands gently grip a fistful of their black jumper. “But I’m your partner, it’s literally in my job description to take care of you.”

There aren’t many times Cypress de Vera gets tongue tied. Reserved and silent, sure, but speechless—not so much. They’d admit that they’re out of their depth here, a relationship had been the last thing on their mind, and now you’ve appeared in their life like a great blessing.

Cypress places their hands on your waist, their thumb brushes against a bit of exposed skin, enough to make you shiver a little. They lean over, press a long kiss on your cheek before pulling you closer towards their living room.

“You’re choosing the movie we’re going to watch, right?” they murmur.

—

“I feel like you’re ready to criticise my taste in films,” you say. Cypress’s arm is looped over your shoulders, their fingers are running up and down your arm before they let out a light chuckle.

“I’ve been criticising since the beginning,” they murmur, your back is pressed against their chest and you can feel their laugh against you.

Your eyes roll. “Well, that’s fucking rude.”

They’re joking, you know they are. Cypress has been too invested in watching to make any critical comments, then again, the people pleaser in them wouldn’t let them—they like seeing you happy, more than they’ve admitted.

They hum against you, their mind elsewhere for a moment. “Are you staying the night?”

You smile. “Why? Are you scared to stay here on your own?”

“No,” Cypress says with ease, their lips parting after a moment, “but…”

You turn around and look at Cypress, their arm stays around you. “Are you okay?” you ask, genuinely concerned.

“Fine,” Cy says candidly, “just…it’s weird, not having someone under the age of eighteen here tonight. I feel like I need to do something, or check on them. It, just, has me tense I suppose.”

Your hand cups their cheek. “Well, that’s normal. You take care of them all the time, you’re practically a parent to them. You’re going to feel like that.”

“Hm, it’s just not a nice feeling,” Cypress utter. “I just don’t know whether I’m doing any of this right. My siblings. You and me.”

You shake your head. “You’re doing fine, great, even. With all of us, don’t worry.”

Cy smiles a little, it’s strained, still riddled with wordy, but they’d be lying if they said you hadn’t been great help.

“So, are you happy to?” they ask, placing a hand in the small of your back. “Stay here, I mean.”

You nod. “I suppose I haven’t got anything better to do,” you joke, a laugh falling from as Cy rolls their eyes.

They lean forward and plant a kiss on your lips, and then a second, and then a third.

“Let me cook, though. I think that poison’s starting to kick in.”

@anotherbeingsworld — tagged because it’s your birthday 🩷 (well, it is here still)

[beyondthegame]

hi it’s me again 😭 i tried to fight the urge to not send another prompt because i already sent one shsjakak 😭😭 but if it’s okay, “being overprotective of them in front of prospective partners” or “defending them against everyone, even when they’re not there to witness it” for cypress please? thank you <333

“You’re doing it again,” you tell Cypress.

“Doing what?” they ask, glancing to look over at you.

You smirk. “That resting bitch face you do.”

They snort and slip a hand into their pocket. “It’s not something I do, it’s just my face.”

“Lies. I’ve seen you smile…like, only twice, but I’ve seen it,” you tease, and to your pleasure now you’re seeing it a third time.

Cypress’s gaze leaves you and falls on the group in the middle that are huddled together and formally dressed.

“I’d be smiling a lot more if we could leave,” they utter.

Today is one of the only times you’re at Inter City’s training centre and you’re…not training. The big money owners of the club are around, alongside other business people that happily flex their financial power when they see fit.

“Just another hour of mingling and rubbing shoulders,” you comment.

“My intuition tells me that some of them aren’t here purely for business purposes,” Cypress throws back, their eyes narrowing and glaring at someone in particular.

You follow Cy’s eyeline and see that they’re glaring at the one person who hasn’t kept their eyes off you all day. You figured it out yourself that the person is definitely considering how to best approach you and talk about…things that are very much not football related.

“I’ll bet you before the end of the day they will come over and ask for your number,” Cypress states with slight venom to their voice.

You blink. “Is that such a bad thing?”

You and Cypress are staring at each other now. Their brows knit together for a moment as they consider their answer.

“No. If that’s what you’re into, I mean,” they reply, throwing one last look to the people they definitely don’t like before clicking their tongue. “I’m leaving.”

Cypress swiftly moves from where they were standing and strides towards the exit. You quickly go to follow them into the corridor.

“Wait,” you call out, matching their steps to catch them. “You can’t leave me here with them.”

Cypress turns around and looks at you. Their expression practically says everything for them, their features are soft and welcoming. You’d joke that there’s no ‘bitch’ in their expression at all.

“Then come with me,” they say simply.

You sigh. “You know the manager wants us here.”

Cypress rolls their eyes. “Okay, if you’re happy getting eye-fucked for the rest of the day and leaving here with someone’s number, then be my guest.”

Your mouth goes agape and for a moment, Cypress waits for you to say something. Just one extra beat, but they turn to leave again.

“That was an extreme statement,” you quickly say, getting their attention back.

“I was just being honest,” Cy says when they look back at you, though they know there’s truth to your words. They sigh softly. “Look, I’m just saying you deserve better than that.”

You’ve known Cypress long enough now to know that being protective is their nature, it’s practically their middle name, even their siblings would confirm that. Whether you actually thought that behaviour would extend to you is something else entirely. You can’t help but smile.

Cy arches a brow. “What are you smiling about?”

“Nothing,” you answer with a laugh before jogging to join them by their side. “I’m coming with you though.”

There’s a pleasant look that goes over their features when you join them in walking outside. Cypress pulls their car keys out of their pocket.

“Where are we going then?”

Not a clue. “I’m sure we’ll think of something,” you tell them as you both walk towards their car. They go over to the driver’s side and click the button to open up the car.

“Food?”

“Sure.” You sit down in the passenger’s seat and you turn to Cypress as they put the key in the ignition. You wait a long minute. “Jealousy suits you, by the way,” you tease.

Cy rests their hands on the steering wheel. They don’t even glance at you. “Jealous?” they question with a scoff. “I don’t know what you mean.”

[beyondthegame]

omg “hugging and absentmindedly kissing their neck, resulting in mortification for one of them” for e please 🤭

"What did you and your crew eat on tour?" you ask as you take a seat on E's kitchen counter.

"A whole load of takeaways," E laughs as they take out a chopping board and slide vegetables onto it, "which is why I actually have to cook something today."

You raise a brow. "I didn't think you could cook," you tease.

E chuckles. "Says the one who plays for a football club. You have a chef, and a nutritionist," they list, "and—"

"Are you done?" you interject with a roll of your eyes. "I get your point."

"Hm," E hums, a small smile on their lips as they start chopping. "I watched your matches whilst I was away," they say after a moment.

It happens subconsciously, the smile that's gracing your lips. "All of them?" you ask.

E glances over at you. "Every single one," they answer. "Highlights mostly, but I watched. Surely you know by now that I wouldn't miss one."

Your response doesn't come straight away, and the only reason it doesn't is because you can't really place your finger on what this is between you and E. You're more than friends, sure. But it's difficult deciphering how E sees you. As someone who's fun or someone that could develop into something more serious.

"Okay," E murmurs before moving to stand in front of you. They place their hands either side of you before taking a step closer. "Go on, then. Why do you think I made sure to watch Inter City whilst I was abroad?"

Your eyes flit over E. Them being so close to you means you can point out all their features: their freckles, their dark-green/hazel eyes that can't help but shimmer at the sight of you, the visible dimple in their left cheek.

"Why don't you be a darling and tell me?" you utter in a low voice.

E looks at you with hooded eyes. In smooth and small movements their fingers rhythmically taps against the outside of your thighs. Their hands go around your hips and waist before resting on the small of your back.

They pull you that bit closer and lean forward. E's lips part, their hot breath is on your face, that infectious smile is on their mouth as they look to close the gap.

E closes their eyes and you follow. Your hand goes over their chest, and even though they're one of the most confident people you know, it's nice to feel E's heart thundering under your palm. Maybe they do feel the same way you do.

They wet their lips before brushing them against yours. "I watched because..."

You're positive E's going to kiss you, you even lean upwards to close the gap but they swerve to the side and place a kiss on your jaw instead.

A frustrated groan escapes you and you feel E chuckle against your neck. "You're a tease," you huff.

"But a good one," E's laughs against you before scattering their kisses over your neck. "I watched your matches because I missed you," they eventually admit, whilst tightening their grip around you.

E presses another kiss against you. "I watched because I like seeing the smile on your face when you win." And then there's another kiss. You can tell E's determined to get a sound out of you. "I watched because I fucking—"

"E, get your hands off my player," you hear a strong voice say from across the room.

You can both tell who it is which is the exact reason as the why you can feel heat rapidly rushing to your cheeks. It's the embarrassment of E's dad, who happens to be your manager, catching you together.

E takes a wide step back, the remains of a smile are still on their face before they turn to their dad. "Sorry," they say sheepishly before clearing their throat. "You know you could knock on the door... or ring the doorbell. I even have an intercom," E utters.

Their dad scoffs. "I just came back because I forgot my keys, but you're definitely right." Javier arches a brow before glancing over at you. "I'll see you at training tomorrow?"

"Yes!" you exclaim whilst slipping off the counter. "You will... obviously." You're rambling now, that's evident and you're sure you're palms are sweaty from both embarrassment and E's effect on you.

Javier picks up his keys from the hook before looking over at E. "And I'll see you for dinner later." He points to the chopping board. "You know, if you actually get dinner cooked at this rate considering that is what you were not doing."

E quickly strides across the room and puts their hands on their dad's shoulders. "Okay, okay! You're making this very, very awkward. Please leave. I love you and I'll see you later. But pleaseee go." They start steering Javier down the hallway and back to the front door.

As the door clicks shut you hang your head back and sigh because... the rest of the week is going to be very strange for you and E now.

[beyondthegame]

hi milaaaa hehe if it’s okay to ask, how are the ros when they’re mad? 👀 thank you <333

I took so long to answer this because I really had to think about it, I’m so used to writing ros that are all confident and happy.

Cypress is the most calm when they’re angry. Just silent rage that bubbles up but never explodes. I think that comes a lot from taking care of three kids, Cy just learns and knows not to snap.

E, that Wild Ace era they had, that comes out a bit when they’re mad—a string of swear words, switches between Spanish and English…so yeah, you’ll know that they’re pissed and it can be difficult to calm them down—which is why the media picks up on this stuff and enjoys making a big deal out of it.

L usually tries to take themselves out of situations when they’re mad. They usually walk away and take their frustration out on kicking a football or something, but usually there’s a lot of sarcasm, narrowed eyes and the odd phrase muttered in Portuguese.

No one ever sees Milan mad, so when they are it’s definitely eye-opening. I think that Milan would even be worried about what they’re like when they’re mad. I imagine there’d be rolled eyes, their muscles tensing, voice raising; and they’d overthink their behaviour as soon as it’s done.

N’s definitely a mixture of being calm but you know they’re mad, they’re an expert at throwing out insults and know how to handle themselves in an argument. They always try to have the last word, and when they’re mad that just intensifies.

[beyondthegame]

goddhshs that cy drabble sighhhhh i had to ask - how do the ros kiss? 🫣

Oo, kisses! I didn’t realise they’d end up being this detailed:

I mentioned briefly what Cypress’s make out sessions are like -> here. Their kissing starts off as hesitant, as if they don’t trust themselves to do the action justice. Then they’ll gradually become more confident and their kisses are a lot more intense, and the change is evident because when Cy’s more confident with their kisses it just feels like there’s so much more purpose to them. Like when you’ve been touch starved for so long and you’ve received the most electrifying and pleasurable touch from someone you adore—a nervous but pleasurable, breathless kind of feeling.

I like to think that E’s written a song/a verse in one about what it’s like kissing them. E usually thinks about kissing someone they like long before it’s actually happened: they’re very studious when it comes to their lover’s features, in their head E’s thinking ‘I love this, this and this about you’. And then it’s their hands on the back of your neck, splayed fingers, E tilting your chin up and whispering, “I really, really want to kiss you” whilst leaning closer after every word. All their kisses are strong but delicate; when you pull away E’s teeth are gently tugging your bottom lip and pulling you back for more.

L’s kisses are intense all the way through, from start to finish, like they have something to prove. They pretty much start off with smiles and quick pecks, and then their eyes start shimmering and it reminds L of how much they enjoy physical touch with someone they like. When they’re kissing their hands and fingers start to roam and they rest on your waist, hips, back, thighs etc. And then their kisses move from your lips, to jaw, to neck and back up. Open mouthed kisses, the gentle coming together of teeth, the quiet audible moans that escape the two of you that L can’t help but smile at. Definitely kisses to leave you tingling and breathless in the best way.

I’m positive Milan’s saved their best kisses for romanced best friend!mc. Their kisses pretty much match their happy, optimistic personality. At the start they’re pretty shy because in the crushing stage they’ve imagined what it’s like to kiss their best friend…and then it happening makes their brain go fuzzy in the best way. It’s like Milan’s thumb tracing the outline of your lips and savouring every touch like it’s their last. And their kisses replicate that, like when you’re in a dream and you’re praying it doesn’t end any time soon so you can continue to enjoy everything it has to offer. And then the two of you are smiling against the other’s lips, so much so that the other has to say “god, stop smiling, I’m trying to kiss you”. The best way to describe Milan’s kisses is dreamy.

N’s kisses are a bit of a whirlwind because they end up changing drastically. They’re kissing the person that they’re hated for years, the same person they’ve had this long rivalry with so…yeah, a whole load of emotions. Kissing in the crushing stage for N is them literally begging themselves to think of anything other than kissing. To not think about how hate can turn into something pleasurable, so kisses with N are their jaw clenched, your back against the wall, N’s eyes closed as they’re leaning in closer before they whisper “we don’t need to do this…tell me to stop and I happily will.” (<- lies, they wouldn’t happily because they’re craving a kiss at this point but they can’t admit that to themselves). In a relationship their greeting kind of kisses are ones on the temple and cheek. Their make out kisses start soft at the base of the neck, and N works their way up whilst whispering sweet nothings in between every peck. By the time they get to your lips, their forehead is touching yours and they’re smiling because they can finally let themselves feel.

[beyondthegame]

HI ITS ME AGAIN i stole this from another blog but which of the ros has the sluttiest waist? 🥰

Oo, L!

To the point where they’re not even aware. There are so many edits fans have made on social media about how attractive L is and they just ignore them and go ‘🫣 I do not seee!’

[beyondthegame]

hi mila!! i’m not sure if this has been asked before but how resistant are the ros to puppy eyes? <3 thank you!! i hope your day’s going well 🩷

Cypress rolls their eyes at puppy dog eyes when it comes to their siblings. I have it in my head that Cairo uses puppy dog eyes when he asks for a new phone whenever one comes out and Cy is always like, “if I wanted a new brother, I wouldn’t be able to get one so no.” I feel like with a lover it’d be different, they’d roll their eyes, not mention it for a few days and then whatever their lover wanted they’d probably get it.

E’s probably the lease resistant to them. They’d chuckle, lean forward and peck their lover on the lips before saying, “you look cute like that, I have to say.”

I like to the L’s 50/50, would definitely depend on their mood. In one instance they can be super solid and other times they’d give in—I imagine it’s something their lover would tease them about.

Milan…yeah, the puppy dog eyes would be enough for them. It’s just the way they’re carefree, happy, have golden retriever—it makes sense that puppy dog eyes would be enough for them.

N, in a relationship, I see them giving in. When they’re only crushing I imagine that they’d resist puppy dog eyes purely because they feel like they have to to get rid of their feelings for mc.